The infinity of our World lies not in the number of stars and planets revolving around them, not in the distances separating them, but in the boundless multitude of combinations of mutual dispositions that they could make, the variety of versions of our realization in this physical space. And, as it turned out, our Universe is simply not able to contain all this - everything that its matter could construct from itself - for the entire time of its existence.
There is no point in somehow stretching this time, because even having increased the period of the possible existence of the Universe by a million times, we will not solve this problem. And for the realization of the full potential of the matter of which our World is composed (although the material part of the Universe is only a small fraction of what may be in it), any time frame will be tight.
And if this is so, then there certainly exist in an innumerable set of other spaces in which other scenarios and forms of existence and development of material structures are realized. Our World is just one of the random versions.
By the way, I recorded this improvisation 6 times. Chose only one. the rest are no better or worse, but to a large extent, they are different in development and even in form. And until some critical number of these records had accumulated, neither I nor they, no one in this world, knew which of these "random versions" would eventually be chosen.
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